Words by Jean Penman
Music by Alex Mnatzaganian

I nearly didn't hear your voice
Almost didn't hear my name

Out of my own strength
I passed you by
 
You, wash my feet
 
I nearly didn't see your blood
Poured out for me, yes, even me
Out of my own blindness
I could not see
 
You, wash my feet
 
I nearly didn't feel the pain that could free me,
Wrapped up and on my own, so weary, so worn
But by the light of that fierce gift I now see you
And hear you speak my name
 
It is you who shows the way
Not by word alone, but deed
A gift of love so great
It guides each day
 
You wash our feet
 
And only with our hand in yours can we open
This gift you send, so alien to our world,
And by the light of that fierce gift
We now see you
And hear you speak our names
 
Come and clean our motives Lord
Bring refreshment to our soul
That we gift our love 
Resourced by you alone
 
You wash our feet
 
Out of sacrifice you show
Our neat plans all blown away
But an even greater gift
When we obey:
 
You, wash our feet